The bird fell, his eyes closed as he cried out for help. No voice replied, he continued to fall, scared, afraid for his life. He was doomed, everything he had done, everything he had planned for him, it was all coming to an end. He cried for help once again, a tear running down his beak as he desperately held onto hope, only for no voice to return his call.

The bird watched as the clouds passed by him, his body getting closer and closer to hitting the ground. Tears fell from his face, but he knew it would not matter, his grip onto hope quickly beginning to loosen, barely holding on. He had lived such a peaceful life, showing off his majestic feathers to the villagers every day, the way they smiled at him made him happy, allowed him to feel like he had a purpose.

Everyone had a purpose in the village, everyone had a job that helped one another, a peaceful community with no arguments, everyone had that feeling of fulfillment, and when the day was done, they'd all sit back and laugh with some jokes. They loved their jobs, and when one got sick or ill, the others would chip in to help out. This feeling of use and fulfillment, was something the bird desired deeply, it was what got him in this situation, what was leading him to his demise. He had tried to do jobs, had wanted to help badly, attempted to do more then he was capable of, and he was paying the ultimate price for it.

He was no sinner, not by regular definition, but he was greedy, greedy to gain that satisfaction of being useful, of helping out those around him. In a way, one could say it was a sin for good, greed for the greater good, but still, it was greed nevertheless. He cried out for help one more time, tears continuing to fall from his face, he was nearing the end of the line, soon to make impact with the ground.

But then, a miracle happened, a young girl whom had enjoyed seeing the bird fly across the village daily had caught him. She hugged the bird closely, embracing him, feeling the same fear and sadness he had felt during his descent. The bird smiled, looking up at the girl, and returning the hug. To the girl, the bird did the greatest job of all, always being there to lighten her day, and once the bird finally knew this, he smiled, forever able to have that feeling of usefulness for as long as he and the girl lived.